Best Years

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Jordan

"Jor, baby.. it'll be alright. We can always try again." My wife said as she held my hand. I felt her tears drip onto the top of my hand, my own falling next to the small puddle of hers. This was our third miscarriage. Two from me being the carrier, and one from her. I just tried my second time to carry a baby for us, but apparently we're not ready.

"Can we try one more time.. please, Kayla? Cameron said he's willing to try as many times. Especially since him and Luke decided they would use Luke's sperm for their own. Please..." I begged my wife.

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay.. Call Cameron, and then the hospital. We can set up an appointment.. But, I wanna do it this time. Okay?"

A grin formed on my face. I nodded my head fast before kissing her, the love of my life. "Thank you.." I mumbled into the kiss.

"Congratulations, Mrs and Mrs Clifford, you're having a boy!" the doctor said. Tears streamed down my face. It's finally happening.. We're getting our baby, after a year of trying. Kayla gasped and squeezed my hand. We looked at each other, both of us crying.

"J-Jor.. We're having our baby.." Kayla couldn't stop herself from sobbing. Michael told us if we have a boy, we better name him Michael, but I have a better idea...

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"Hell NO, I do not want a nephew named Gordon." Michael growled as he sat down in front of Kayla and I. We help each other's hands and laughed at his reaction. "You know I hated that being my middle name!"

"Hm, alright. How about.. Anthony.. Anthony Cameron Clifford?" Kayla suggested.

"Yes! Anything but Gordon!" Michael said.

I looked at Kayla and smiled. I liked that name she chose. Especially since she chose Cameron as the middle name. "That's beautiful.. I love it." I said before placing a kiss to her lips.

Anthony Cameron Clifford... Our baby boy.

IM BACK BITCHES. IT'S ME JOR LOL